![]() We saw depictions of war, and racial lynchings, and sadly deserted city streets that had been bustling with life a decade before. The exhibit was titled “After the Fall,” the nation’s fall from grace. Feelings of unease were rising along with the burgeoning political unrest in Europe. What was happening in the United States in the 1930s? The economy tanked the soil was barren. Will and I made a beeline for the special exhibit rooms, talking on the way about the headlines: Do you feel like we’ve all lost our ever-loving minds? They had a special exhibit going, featuring American artists in the 1930s, the standouts being O’Keefe, Wood, and Hopper. We used to go all the time, but I hadn’t been in so long I hadn’t even seen the new modern wing-and it’s been open since way back in 2009. ![]() We happened to be in Chicago for a conference, and-in a completely unrelated decision, or so I thought-we decided to bail on a session and hit the Art Institute. And then the news reported another shooting elsewhere. Will and I were away last week for work, offline for a bit, but that didn’t insulate us from the devastating news about the Philando Castile shooting in the Twin Cities. ![]() ![]() When I read the news these days I feel like the world is coming apart at the seams. ![]()
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